Soon, I’m getting into the cycle, rocking into him with each and every penetration, grinding around his cock, trying to make my body squeeze and milk him just a little bit more. Bucking into every thrust. My arms wrap around his neck, my legs around his hips. All of it seems so instinctual, primal, as if I’m not consciously commanding my body to do it, all of it, as if this is how it was always meant to be.
He comes at me harder, faster. Every penetration shaking my body, every bit of it making me sing for him louder and louder. Our bond grows tighter, more intense, both of us so driven to please each other, all of this the natural pinnacle of everything that we’ve done with one another so far today.
“Fuck me. Give it all to me, I want all of it, Baker,” I say, in varying degrees of coherence.
He grunts, so focused on fucking me, but he doesn’t need words for this anyway. Every rut into me lets me moan louder for him, push back into him harder, yearn even more for what’s to come.
His hand slides between us, finding my clit. As if I weren’t weak enough for this man already. With perfect rhythm matched to our fucking, he rubs my clit, and God, it’s simply too much for my inexperienced body to really cope with.
The tide inside me rises too fast, and it overwhelms me. What were erratic moans for him became consistent screams of ecstasy as I hit the peaks of pleasure and let the intense sensations wrack my body.
He must have been holding himself back, because my orgasm is all he needs for his own. His grip on me tightens, pulling me harder against him, thrusting deeper into me, so much more entwined. Deep within, I feel his cock throb, just as I felt it inside my mouth before, and soon he’s exploding all of his heat, his seed, deep into my unprotected, fertile self.
I should have been more concerned about that, but it’s the last thing on my mind. I honestly kind of want it, as irrational as it sounds, but nothing is rational when it comes to Baker and me.
All of him spent inside me, he collapses beside me, holding me. We share a long gaze into one another’s eyes, everything feeling so loving, so perfect.
Too perfect. There has to be a catch. I’m no fool. Where’s the snag? I’ve heard far too many stories of disastrous relationships to believe that the first man I found is some sort of hockey player version of a fairy tale prince.
Am I going to find out he snores? Has some disgusting habit? No. Those would be things I could cope with. It’ll probably be far worse.
I lie there, lost in my thoughts, my anxieties ruining what should have been such a magical moment.
He caresses my hair, and whispers into my ear. “I do truly think I’m falling in love with you, Cookie.”
I nod. I want to believe it, but my own brain won’t let me.
“You’re so young, though. I can’t believe a young woman like you is already willing to settle down.”
“You want to settle down with me?” I ask, a touch confused, still processing my feelings. “When we only just met? Isn’t this a little fast?”
He grumbles, breaking away from me slightly. “That’s what I thought you wanted. Don’t tell me all of this was just so you could, uh... milk me.” We both can’t help but laugh. The absurdity of mentioning that now.
I sit up beside him. “I’m just struggling to think of why a man as good as you would settle for a simple small-town milkmaid. I’m nothing special.”
There’s an engine revving in the distance. I cock an eyebrow. The snow has slowed a bit, but the weather is still hardly drivable. A chainsaw maybe? It’s an even worse time to do yard work.
“There’s nothing simple about you, Cookie. I was fascinated by you just looking at you, but talking to you and being with you have turned a simple curiosity into so much more. I’m certain that you’re everything I want in a woman. Witty, wild, and able to keep up to me in every way that matters.”
I let out a deep sigh. I don’t know what to think. He can't truly be genuine as he is, wearing his heart on his sleeve like this, can he?
A horn honks. What on earth is that?
I slide off the bed, my legs weak and jelly-like from everything I’d done in the past few hours. I go to the window and look down at the snow below.
A sleek purple snowmobile is sitting in the yard, and on top of it is the burly figure of my brother, Hood.
I hear the notification sound on my phone downstairs, and rush to it.